So many things were meant to be
And weren't
Like you
and me
Why are we so afraid of taking chances?
Why does it matter if we end up
on the cutting room
floor?
The situations and circumstances
The people and places
They define us
They make us exactly who we are
And I don't like it
But no I don't hate it
Sometimes I like it
But who ever said I love it?
I'll take it as it comes
Hit me fast
Throw me low
One day, one day
I will rise
Time is not the enemy
The enemy here
is me
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